Nellie was my Grandmother-she was just terrific-so much fun and so full of love and surprises. She loved hunting, fishing, camping and doing things with her only two grand children me and my brother.
I was visiting her once and she surprised me by taking me to a "HARLEM GLOBETROTTERS"show, we had a ball, we went fishing once and caught the same fish on both our lines at the sametime.
My Grandma was a greeting card maker-she used real grass, flowers, feathers, sand and all natural things in them they were very unique and very beautiful.
Going to church was very importent to her, she was on the mother board of Philidelphia Baptis Church, she tried to sing the hymns but she was always off key-but no one cared.
I think the one thing she liked most was feeding cookies to my Doberman.
My Grandma was also a song writer, here is one that she wrote.
Poor Little Rose
I found a Rose in the desert of life.
I wanted to protect her so I made her my wife.
But she was destended to suffering and pain.
Always to lose never to gain.
Sorrow were thorns thrust into the side.
Of the poor little rose I made my bride.
She was so frail with a beauty so rare.
Never meant for worry and care.
Her petals were crushed by work and toil.
Her delicate form could place no roots in lifes stoney soil.
I awoke one morning so lonley I cried.
My poor little rose had witherd and died.
Written by Nellie M. Pipher
Unknown Year
I was visiting her once and she surprised me by taking me to a "HARLEM GLOBETROTTERS"show, we had a ball, we went fishing once and caught the same fish on both our lines at the sametime.
My Grandma was a greeting card maker-she used real grass, flowers, feathers, sand and all natural things in them they were very unique and very beautiful.
Going to church was very importent to her, she was on the mother board of Philidelphia Baptis Church, she tried to sing the hymns but she was always off key-but no one cared.
I think the one thing she liked most was feeding cookies to my Doberman.
My Grandma was also a song writer, here is one that she wrote.
Poor Little Rose
I found a Rose in the desert of life.
I wanted to protect her so I made her my wife.
But she was destended to suffering and pain.
Always to lose never to gain.
Sorrow were thorns thrust into the side.
Of the poor little rose I made my bride.
She was so frail with a beauty so rare.
Never meant for worry and care.
Her petals were crushed by work and toil.
Her delicate form could place no roots in lifes stoney soil.
I awoke one morning so lonley I cried.
My poor little rose had witherd and died.
Written by Nellie M. Pipher
Unknown Year
Nellie was my Grandmother-she was just terrific-so much fun and so full of love and surprises. She loved hunting, fishing, camping and doing things with her only two grand children me and my brother.
I was visiting her once and she surprised me by taking me to a "HARLEM GLOBETROTTERS"show, we had a ball, we went fishing once and caught the same fish on both our lines at the sametime.
My Grandma was a greeting card maker-she used real grass, flowers, feathers, sand and all natural things in them they were very unique and very beautiful.
Going to church was very importent to her, she was on the mother board of Philidelphia Baptis Church, she tried to sing the hymns but she was always off key-but no one cared.
I think the one thing she liked most was feeding cookies to my Doberman.
My Grandma was also a song writer, here is one that she wrote.
Poor Little Rose
I found a Rose in the desert of life.
I wanted to protect her so I made her my wife.
But she was destended to suffering and pain.
Always to lose never to gain.
Sorrow were thorns thrust into the side.
Of the poor little rose I made my bride.
She was so frail with a beauty so rare.
Never meant for worry and care.
Her petals were crushed by work and toil.
Her delicate form could place no roots in lifes stoney soil.
I awoke one morning so lonley I cried.
My poor little rose had witherd and died.
Written by Nellie M. Pipher
Unknown Year
I was visiting her once and she surprised me by taking me to a "HARLEM GLOBETROTTERS"show, we had a ball, we went fishing once and caught the same fish on both our lines at the sametime.
My Grandma was a greeting card maker-she used real grass, flowers, feathers, sand and all natural things in them they were very unique and very beautiful.
Going to church was very importent to her, she was on the mother board of Philidelphia Baptis Church, she tried to sing the hymns but she was always off key-but no one cared.
I think the one thing she liked most was feeding cookies to my Doberman.
My Grandma was also a song writer, here is one that she wrote.
Poor Little Rose
I found a Rose in the desert of life.
I wanted to protect her so I made her my wife.
But she was destended to suffering and pain.
Always to lose never to gain.
Sorrow were thorns thrust into the side.
Of the poor little rose I made my bride.
She was so frail with a beauty so rare.
Never meant for worry and care.
Her petals were crushed by work and toil.
Her delicate form could place no roots in lifes stoney soil.
I awoke one morning so lonley I cried.
My poor little rose had witherd and died.
Written by Nellie M. Pipher
Unknown Year
